Wet slurps echo as her full lips wrap around his rigid shaft, tongue swirling the veined length while hands pump the base on soft white sheets. Black tank top clings to her heavy curves. Cut to kitchen — tiled counter cool against her belly, floral skirt hiked up over massive ass cheeks, his tattooed arm gripping her neck, pulling hair taut as he rams in balls-deep, skin slapping skin, her belly jiggling with each forceful stroke. Sweat beads on her brown skin, fabric bunching at hips. She braces on the sink, thighs quivering under the punishing weight of his body slamming forward. Fingers dig into soft flesh. Kitchen air thick with moans and the musky scent of their heat.
